After a few minutes, he dropped both of his hands to my waist and lifted his head up off the pillow. He let his mouth find one of my breasts and he sucked it in between his lips, not gently, and started licking my nipple hard with his tongue. His hands were moving my hips up and down and now our movements were becoming more urgent. He had to pull his mouth away from my nipples in order to breathe now and I could see the veins bulging out on the side of his neck and down his forearms. There was an audible slap now each time our bodies met and every part of his body that I could feel was tensing up hard as a rock. I knew he was almost ready to come. His face suddenly changed and there was no denying that what I saw there was pure pleasure. His back arched up off the bed and he pushed himself into me as hard and fast as he could over and over as I felt his cock pulsing inside of me. His movements slowed down for a few seconds before he finally stopped and collapsed completely into the bed, pulling me down into his chest. We lay like that for a long time until I could get enough air to speak once more and I said, “Wow.”
“Wow is right,” he said in a breathless voice, “But I’m not done with you yet.”
I chuckled softly, thinking he was kidding. I felt his arms slide down underneath me and he easily pushed me up towards his face. His cock dropped out of me and I felt empty without it. I suddenly found myself with my knees on either side of his face. He grinned at me once more before grabbing both cheeks with his hands and pushing me up so that my pussy was right over his mouth. His tongue shot out and licked me again from one end to the other, only sitting in this position allowed him to apply more pressure. It was intoxicating and my body was experiencing things that I never knew was possible. His mouth found its way to my clit then and he reached up and wrapped his hands around my breasts and gripped them tightly as he sucked on it, licked it, and nibbled it with his teeth. I could feel another orgasm coming on already and I began moving my hips back and forth across his lips and pressing down into him harder. I cried out his name again just before I came and I wondered how I never knew that sex could be this good. Once I finished coming and I was able to move, I lowered myself back down, sliding onto the bed next to him and rest my head on his chest. I ran my hand over his sweat glistened, naked body until I found the condom. I used both hands to peel it off for him and tossed it into the trash can next to the bed. I felt it twitch when I touched it and I was tempted to touch it again, but I was sure he needed to rest. He had his eyes closed and a smile playing at the corners of his lips. I closed my eyes too and let my hand glide over his flat abs and up across his hard chest and nipples. I could feel his chest moving up and down and I could hear his breaths quickening as I touched him. Without opening my eyes, I slid my hand back down and felt his cock. It was rock hard again already and I closed my hand around it and began to stroke. He kissed me and said, “Roll over on your belly.”
I didn’t hesitate to do as he asked. Surprised at myself, I was ready to go again. I actually believed at that moment that I could do this all night if he wanted to. I heard him reach over and grab a new condom. After opening it and rolling it on, he tossed the package off the bed and positioned himself behind me. He pushed down slightly on my back so the top half of me was face down on the pillow and my ass was in the air. I felt him rub up against me slightly and I braced myself as he slid into me. His cock went into me hard and fast and in this position, it felt deeper than the other way. His hands were on my hips and he started moving…this time there was nothing slow about his motions as he thrust in and out of me, hitting bottom each time. This was all new to me and I was completely lost in the extreme pleasure of it. When he moved one of his hands around and put his fingers on my clit I cried out again, “Oh my God! Ian, oh God! What are you doing to me?” I felt his lips against my ear and his body against my back as he said, “Taking you to heaven baby.”
That he was, no doubt. Every time he plunged into me he would use his fingers to tweak my clit. He wasn’t gentle about it, but I didn’t care. It felt so good I was lost in it. It stirred up so many feelings inside of me that I didn’t know what to do with them, I was crying out and it sounded like I was in pain, but it was exactly the opposite. It was pure ecstasy. I had another incredibly hard orgasm. He moved his fingers off my clit after I came, but he barely slowed down his thrusts as he carried on pushing in and out of me. All of a sudden, catching me completely by surprise, he pulled out of me, wrapped his strong arm around my waist and flipped me over. He used one of his legs to push mine back apart and thrust back into me. The whole process only took half a second and he barely missed a stroke.
He had his arms on either side of my head and I reached up and took hold of them, loving the feel of his veins bulging against my palms. He continued his thrusting in and out of me at one point stopping long enough to reach over and take my right hand and move it down between us. He laid it on my mound and when I realized he wanted me to touch myself; I was embarrassed for a few seconds. I’d never touched myself in front of anyone before…but then I realized I hadn’t done most of this with anyone before and I did what he wanted me to do. I was really surprised to find out how much of a turn on it was to finger my own clit as he pounded his cock in and out of my pussy. I was moving my hips up and down off the bed to match his thrusts when I felt him tense and heard him grunt and felt his body shake as he came again. He collapsed down on top of me, gently letting his body slide to the side and we lay there like that for a really long time as we both recovered, slowly.
“Wow,” he said. I laughed, “That’s my line,” I told him. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at my face. Tracing my lips with his other hand he said, “Wow, I wish I had more words but just…fucking…wow.” I smiled. I liked those words. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips and then collapsed back onto the bed and pulled me back into his chest.
After we lay there for a while, I thought about my dad. I was kind of embarrassed, but I had to tell Ian, “I should go; my dad’s going to be worried.” I didn’t want to leave, but I wasn’t going to invite myself to stay over either. He had his eyes closed, but he tightened his grip on me and held me tighter as he said, “Don’t go. Stay with me, Alexa.”
I felt a flutter in my stomach at the sound of that sentence. I was worried about what was happening to me. I barely knew this guy really. It just seemed so different with him than it would be with any other guy…because technically, I’d known him for years, right? I finally found my voice again and said, “Okay…but I need to go get my phone and text my dad. I’m sorry.”
He laughed and at first I thought he was laughing at me. Then he kissed the top of my head and said, “Don’t apologize for being a good daughter. I wouldn’t want him to worry about you either.”
“I’ll be right back.” I slid out of the bed and fished around on the floor until I found my panties. As I started to slip them on Ian said, “You’ll just have to take those back off in a while.” I laughed and continued to pull them on. I know it was stupid, but I felt weird walking completely naked around his apartment.
“They come off easy…for you,” I said. I pulled them up and went out into the living room. I found my purse and pulled out my phone. I saw there was a text from Dad already. It just said, “You okay?” That was only about fifteen minutes ago, thank goodness. I text him back, “I had a few beers with Ian. I’m going to sleep on his couch.” I was hoping he would think Ian was still at his parent’s house. My dad knew I was grown-up, but we didn’t talk about it. A few seconds later I got a text that said, “Okay. Thank you for not driving. I love you.” I smiled and text back, “You’re welcome. I love you too.” I turned the ringer off then and slid it back into my purse. Then I went into Ian’s kitchen and got myself a glass of water. All of those orgasms had left me dehydrated. I drank it down and went back into the bedroom. Ian was still lying on his back. He had one of his arms across his chest and the other one over his head. He looked so sexy and I shuddered just at the thought of what had just happened between us.
I wasn’t all that experienced with men. The truth be told, I could count my sexual partners on half of one hand….The first one had been in a car with a guy who was no expert himself. The second guy I dated for a year and I thought that was good sex. That, compared to what I’d had with Ian was the difference between the Good Will store and Macy’s.
“What are you doing?” he said, with his eyes still closed.
“Looking at you,” I said.
“Stop it. Come back over here. I’m cold.” I went back over to the bed and lay down next to him. He slid a hand down and touched the waist band of my panties. “Really?” I laughed and said, “I didn’t think you’d be ready again so soon.”
He opened one eye then and with a grin he said, “You never know about me. I could be ready in the next minute or two…probably not likely…but you never know. You better leave them off just in case. We don’t want to waste any time.”
I giggled again and pulled them off. I snuggled up to him and he reached for the comforter and pulled it across us. We lay there again for a long time. I thought he was asleep when suddenly he said, “Damn, I gotta pee.” I laughed and said, “Thanks for sharing that.”
He grinned and kissed me. “You’re welcome. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” I watched his cute, naked butt climb out of the bed and disappear into the bathroom. I closed my eyes again. I was exhausted and for the first time in over a week I felt happy. I heard the water in the bathroom running and then I heard a phone buzz. I knew it wasn’t mine; I’d left it in the living room. I opened my eyes and I saw his phone, lit up with a message. I knew I should leave it where it was and just tell him when he got back. I looked at the clock…it was after two a.m. What if it was an emergency? That was how I justified it anyways. I reached over and picked it up. There was a picture of a blonde woman who was probably in her early twenties. She was wearing a slinky bra that looked like it could barely contain her giant boobs and a thong. She was sitting in a chair with her legs spread open and her lips were puckered in a kiss. What the fuck? The name above the picture said, “Ashley.” I pressed on the message and the first thing I saw was a heart. The text said, “I love you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow night.”
What the hell? She loves him? This son of a bitch has a girlfriend? How fucking dare he take advantage of me when he knew how vulnerable I was over his little sister? Oh my God! That’s disgusting. I suddenly felt like I had a weight on top of my chest and I was about to be sick. I started to sit up out of the bed just as he came back into the room and said, “Where are you going?”
BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER #2
Chapter One
Ian
I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and finally feeling like everything in the world didn’t suck. I was riding the high that came from a night with Alexa. It wasn’t just the hot sex…although that was a large factor, it was that I was so comfortable with her and being with her made me happy. My heart still hurt when I thought about poor, sweet Emma, but after being with Alexa tonight I at least felt alive again. Since I got the call about Emma, nothing has felt good…and then again, nothing has really felt bad either. It’s all been just numb and sometimes I think that’s a worse feeling than bad. Tonight I didn’t feel numb, I felt amazing.
When I first met Alexa, I felt a connection to her right then, as soon as I started talking to her at Emma’s funeral. I thought then that it was just about Emma and the fact that we had both loved her so much and we were both grieving. But after tonight, I’m positive there is more to it than that. I’ve been with a lot of women and none of them had made me feel the way she does. She gets me and she has the same feelings that I do about Emma so I don’t have to describe them to her. And then there was the sex…Damn! I’m not usually the kind of guy who seeks out the inexperienced ones and I’ve never really seen the draw in virgins. I never wanted to have to be a teacher in my bed. But with Alexa, although it was clear that she was inexperienced in the sexual acts, the feeling of every one of her touches was so overwhelming that the rest of it was just as powerful.
I finished brushing my teeth and I looked at myself in the mirror. I was actually able to smile and not feel guilty about it. I think Emma would want me to be happy. Most importantly, I think she would appreciate the fact that around Alexa I can be myself. I can be the person that Emma knew. That’s the guy who comes out when Alexa is around. He’s the real me that not many other people know…not even my close friends. I don’t have to worry about what Alexa is thinking of me or this image of being the “tough guy.” I don’t have to stay strong for her the way I do Mom and Dad. She doesn’t need me for that. I can just be me…a guy who just had his heart torn out and finds himself standing and staring numbly in strange places throughout the day, not knowing what to do. I can admit that to her and she completely understands.
I was on cloud nine right up until I came out of the bathroom and found her clutching her clothes to her chest. She must have gotten up and collected them while I was in the bathroom since they’d been scattered from the living room to in here.
“Where are you going?” I asked her. At first I thought I was joking. Surely, she was just going to put on something to wear to bed. It was after two in the morning. She looked at me like a deer in the headlights and I briefly wondered if she was going to sneak out while I was in the bathroom. “Are you leaving?” I asked her, incredulously.
“Yeah, I have a lot to do today.” Today? Does she mean now, at two-fifteen a.m.?
“Oookay….but technically, it’s not even morning yet. Don’t you want to stay just a while longer? I thought you were going to spend the night with me.”
Her voice sounded weird and she had a different look on her face…kind of panicky. I hoped that she wasn’t regretting what we did tonight. I should have thought about the fact that she was younger and not as experienced. I should have questioned more whether or not she was up for this.
“Are you okay, Alexa? I don’t understand.”
She didn’t even look at me as she was pulling on her clothes. I watched her and I wondered if she knew how pretty she was. It would be hard to imagine that she didn’t. My body was responding now just watching her getting dressed. Why was she getting dressed anyways? Weren’t we just cuddling up to fall asleep together? Shit, that felt so good. I just got up to go pee.
“I’m fine. I just have to get going.” She looked like she was a nervous wreck…like the building was on fire, or about to explode. I tried again, “I’m really glad you came over. I had a great time. I was hoping that you could stay a while longer…”
“Yeah, me too, It was nice.” Her voice was like a robot, there was no sincerity in it at all. Did she really not just have the same amazing time that I did?
“Can we get together later maybe? I was just thinking that tonight was the first time since…”
“Maybe yeah,” She didn’t sound like she was even considering it. Could I have misjudged what she was feeling that badly? If I did, wouldn’t she at least tell me she didn’t want it to go beyond this? I would have sworn only ten minutes before that she was feeling the same connection that I was. Hell, she was snuggled up next to me, naked. How else was I supposed to take it? Fuck! All I did was get up to go pee. “I’ll talk to you later, Ian.” She had her clothes half on and she was headed out the bedroom door. What the hell happened while I was in the bathroom? She was tugging her jeans on as she crossed the living room floor.
“Alexa? What the hell is wrong?”
“I said nothing!” she snapped at me. Then she lowered her voice and took a couple of deep breaths. I don’t think they worked because she looked like she was going to cry as she said, “It’s nothing, Ian…really. I’m okay.” Shit! Was she thinking about Emma? Was that it?
“Is it Emma?” I had to ask her that, right? We had both talked about how the grief hit us in waves when we weren’t expecting it. I would just start shaking all over sometimes and start feeling like I needed to throw up and that was h
ow I knew the sadness was coming. Is that what this was? Was this her version of it?
“No, Ian! I’m fine, damn it! I have to go, thank you for dinner and…everything,” she said. She buttoned her jeans and grabbed her purse. She was out the door before I made it across the room. She slammed it behind her. I looked at the clock. It was three o’clock in the morning. Who the hell had “things to do” at three fucking o’clock in the morning. What the fuck just happened?
I went back into the bedroom and collapsed down onto the bed. It was so fucking surreal that literally fifteen minutes ago I was feeling better than I had in weeks…maybe even months and now all of a sudden I’m feeling like shit again. I tried to get comfortable, telling myself to go to sleep and I’d just think about it tomorrow. It was after three o’clock in the morning. I needed to get some sleep. I closed my eyes but all I could see was that look on her face. She looked so…anxious…maybe? I don’t know what the look was, but it wasn’t happy. We should still be lying here together, with her pretty legs draped across mine. I have no idea what the hell I did. I said I had to pee, she giggled and when I went into the bathroom and the light was on, I’d glanced over at her. She had snuggled down into the blanket and she had her eyes closed and a smile on her pretty lips. I closed the door and I was gone less than ten minutes. How did I mess this up when I wasn’t even in the room? My head felt like it was going to explode.
I lay there like that for another hour…maybe two before I fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. I woke up a few hours later, disoriented at first. As usual, I had to remind myself that my little sister was dead. I hated that feeling…it was like someone carved a hole in my chest and just scooped out what was supposed to be in there. Next, I had to remind myself that somehow I’d screwed up things with the only person who made me feel almost whole again. I was used to screwing up, hell; I was good at it even. I could probably win awards for screwing good things up. The difference between this situation and the others was that I could usually look back and figure out where I went wrong. This time, I still had no fucking clue.
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